Текст песни Иващенко Алексей - Марафонец

Marathon runner

A. Ivashchenko

Oh how lonely you are, my poor marathon runner
In a foggy veil, he does not see a single zgi,
Without audience love alone in the stadium
Are you not tired of spinning your circles
Are you not tired?

Your wet stadium is eaten away with spikes
And wrapped in dead leaves like a scarf.
To whom are you bringing the message of a sweet victory,
In a battle near a town called Marathon,
In a battle near the town ...

And there is no one to follow how brave and fast you are
And there is no one to judge your furious race.
Your opponents have long gone from sports,
Your fans have forgotten about you
Your fans ...

But what do you care about them, your fate is
Do not hide wet eyes from the light rain,
Screaming with joy, closing the orbit,
To wheeze with rage, entering it again,
Wheeze with rage ...

And still run, raving as a final line,
And yet carry through this wheeze and groan.
The mysterious news of a sweet victory
In a battle near the town called Marathon,
In a battle near the town ...